unshakable

Storms may come, fierce and wild,
Stripping you bare to the bone.
Your leaves may fall, scattered far,
As winds howl and tempests moan.

But deep within, unshakable,
Your roots grip earth's embrace.
Though battered, bent, and weathered,
You'll stand with quiet grace.

Let gales rage and thunder roar,
Your core remains unbowed.
For strength lies not in foliage,
But in roots, deep and proud.

So weather each storm bravely,
Your essence firm, secure.
For after every darkness,
New growth will rise, still pure.


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